SON: I WILL CRUSH MY ENEMIES ME: *nervous laughter* No, the other thing SON: Oh. Thank you
I was like, 'Thanks, but I already picked a name.
Gracias.
They put him under joint custody.
Son: Because you call me "Prince S" King: Haha yeah that never gets old
Dr Doom. Yours " "Joker" stifles laughter "I HAVE OTHERS" "Ye-" "Penguin" just loses it
He went M.I.A. *Cut to Jim* All I wanna do *bang bang bang bang* *reloading noise* And shoot enemies
Because they're lazy, and they hate U.
GET OFF ME DAD, you're crushing my cigarettes!
Imagination.